Team.
That was the one word that Sheek loathed, besides friend and partner. When the Espeon named Estelle quoted that word after breaking up the battle between Sheek, Vixy, and the Mismagius, who was Maggie, Sheek knew these Pokemon were not the type she would like to hang out with. Supposedly everyone was now supposed to fix Maggie's treehouse and make it bigger, much bigger. Maggie suddenly became cheerful after this idea was proposed, and she beckoned everyone to follow her to her hideout.
People around her went straight to work. She stood in the shadows silently, staring at nothing in particular, as if in a trance. She vaguely remembered Hoom and the Lopunny finding a Skitty gijinka somewhere. Everyone was cheerful. She frowned. Sheek didn't belong here. She had things to steal, things to sell, a life to live. She sunk into the vegetation soundlessly, making sure she wasn't noticed, and started running.
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Night had fallen about an hour ago. The moon was at its fullest, and a hundred-thousand-million twinkling stars sparkled on her, their age-old light illuminating her features and reflecting off of her yellow eyes, giving the illusion that they were glimmering and hopeful like they actually were long ago. But she had been young then, and didn't have a care in the world. She now knew that life wasn't easy and she would go wherever the stars told her to go. Because... she was Sheek, and Sheek was just herself.
She had started her business of stealing items and turning around and selling them somewhere else when she was 13. She had run away from her dreams and decided to live life as a drifter. It wasn't as half as bad as it seemed, she had to admit. But every now and then, there would be a hope that there could have been something more. Sheek hated it when that happened.
The stars' light increased in intensity, causing her to stop. She found a good place to sit and watch them. Her body glowed like the pale moon suspended in the sky. She smiled in a bittersweet sort of fashion. Suddenly, a comet shot across the sky. She stared at it for a moment, and then closed her eyes. I wish... I could shine on my own someday, just like a star, she thought. She laughed; she was a bit too old to wish upon shooting stars.
She stayed up all night just to watch the stars pass her by.
Continue?
~Sheek
